My Dad's Friend Pete

I wasn't always this shy. Growing up, I was bubbly, chatty, confident, and happy. However, my parents divorced when I started big school and I became a shell. My mum had left my dad for another woman, and I was bullied a lot because of it. I started seeing my dad less due to shift work and my mum was never around at her new girlfriend's house. I have an older sibling, but these days we don't know each other, which sometimes I think about and get upset by, but other times, I know it's for the best. My life is a lot less dramatic without them in it.

When I was 14, I moved in with my dad. Things got a lot better. His new wife practically treated me like her own and things felt good again. Routines were put in place, and I started becoming that happy, bubbly, confident girl I once was.

Until everything came crashing down again one day...

"Sweetheart, we have some bad news" my dad says to me, sitting me down with my stepmother. I look at them both, worried, anxious, my knee shaking.

Deedee, my stepmother looks at me "There's no easy way to say this honey, but I have stage 4 breast cancer".

Everything shut down. I couldn't hear anything after that. My new amazing life was shattered. How would I cope? How would Dad cope?

Let's skip all the nitty-gritty stuff, she made it a year and then unfortunately she passed away. At this point, I was almost finished with school, but dad went down a deep depression hole and started drinking, and I was pretty much fending for myself. I would do the food shop, laundry, cooking and cleaning the house. It was a lot for a girl my age. When I reached 18, I should have been going off to university, but how could I leave dad?

Dad had this friend, Pete, who would stop by now and then and check in. To be honest, I don't know if I would have survived without his visits. On my 18th birthday, dad was in no state to celebrate, and I didn't have many friends as I didn't really have the time to socialise. Pete had happened to come around that day to see my dad. I heard him trying to make small talk, whilst Dad just sat in front of the sofa glued to the TV with his can of beer. Eventually, as I was making some cupcakes in the kitchen, Pete walked in and saw what I was doing.

"Wait a minute kiddo, it's your birthday?" he asks me, shocked.

"Yeah, although I'm not a kid anymore Uncle Pete, I'm 18...and he hasn't even remembered," I say gloomily but refuse to cry.

"For fuck's sake, that's not good enough. You deserve to celebrate. You're a bright, beautiful young woman. Please let me take you out to dinner? Tonight?" He looks at me, leaning his hand against the kitchen worktop.

I look at Pete. His deep blue eyes stared back at me. I gulp. Why am I suddenly attracted to him? When did he become this handsome, older role model? I nod shyly; to let him know I accept the offer.

"Great, I'll pick you up around 7 pm. Wear whatever you're happy in". He leans over to give me a side hug and kisses me on the forehead, like he always does. But as he does, I feel different. I feel his hand on my waist, and I feel a shiver down my back. Fuck, that's new.

I watch him leave and then I look at the time. It's 1 pm so I have 6 hours. I think time will go slow, however once I am in the shower, shaving my legs, armpits, washing my hair and then doing everything else such as drying my hair, putting on some make-up, choosing an outfit, I look at the clock again and it's already 6 pm. Shit, I have an hour. I have no idea where he's taking me.

7 pm comes and I hear the car beep outside. I don't blame him for not wanting to come to the door. I don't know how happy Dad would be if he knew my plans tonight. I walk into the living room, towards the chair Dad has been sitting in all day. "I'm off to dinner with a friend tonight, don't wait up". Nothing. I sigh as I head to the door and lock it behind me.

As I walk up the driveway, Pete is waiting in his Audi TT. I smile as I look at the nippy little car.  His window is open, and he looks at me. "Fucking hell Katy, you look beautiful!" His eyes light up as he steps out of the car and just stares at me. I've straightened my long, deep brown hair and put on a little black dress that sits just above the knee and has tiny straps on the shoulders. I've paired it with a pair of small black kitten heels. I've always been quite well endowed, so there's quite a bit of cleavage on show too.

Pete walks around and opens the door for me, and I smile at him as I climb in, noticing how he's staring at my dress riding up.  I blush but enjoy the attention.  He shuts the door gently and walks back over to his side and climbs in. "I still can't get over how beautiful you look" he says looking at me "I know you're Michael's daughter, but I feel like I'm on a date with the hottest girl in town" and he chuckles.

"I don't mind calling it a date if you don't" I smile, suddenly feeling brave and confident, but also nervous, with butterflies all around my stomach.

I won't bore you with dinner. It was a nice steak place in the centre of town. We talked and talked and really got to know each other. We were going to get dessert, but I really wanted to go to this little place outside of town for ice cream, and Pete was happy to oblige.

Which brings me to what happened when we were sitting in his car, just about to finish off the ice cream. It was late, but summer so the sky was still orange from the sunset. He parked at the top of a lovely hill that looked over our town, and there was no one else around.

I felt so full and happy and content. I never wanted the evening to end. I felt like I had gotten to know so much about Pete this evening. I learned he has a son, but was divorced, and that he lived on his own, that he was waiting for the right person to sweep him off his feet. Now, Pete is a similar age to my dad, somewhere in his late 40s. I know that should put me off, with me literally just 18, but it doesn't. I've noticed how he hasn't stopped looking at my chest this evening, or how as we are sitting in his car, his hand is softly resting on my knee as he leans towards me.

"You're so beautiful Katy" he whispers, this time it feels different when he says it.

"Thanks Pete" I smile softly, feeling him stroke my lower thigh.

"Would you mind if I....kiss you?" he says, a little unconfidently, almost nervous for my response.

"I'd really like that" I say, my voice shaking. I don't have a lot of experience. Life hasn't allowed it. So, understandably, I am so fucking nervous. But I can't deny the raging heat radiating between my legs.

Pete undoes his seatbelt and leans forward, and I feel his soft lips on mine, slowly locking between my upper and bottom lip again and again, kissing him back, enjoying the smell of his aftershave wafting through my nostrils as I feel his hand creep higher up my thigh. It doesn't feel sleazy or like he's taking advantage. It feels right. My legs voluntarily open for him and he moves higher, until his hand is gently pressing against my soaking wet cotton panties. I let out a moan into our kiss, before he breaks away.

"Is this okay Katy?" he says roughly, pressing his index and middle finger gently up and down my panty-covered slit.

"Mhm...yes...don't stop" I reply, trying to move back on his fingers, enjoying the friction of another man's touch.

Pete looks into my eyes, and I feel him move the cotton panties to the side, my bare sex now exposed as I feel the cool air. He looks down, my dress riding up over my hips and lets out a loud, audible groan, as he sees that innocent Katy isn't so innocent after all, and I clearly like to keep down there smooth like silk. His fingers graze over my bare pussy and he lets out another groan as he feels how wet I am.

"Has anyone ever fingered you before Katy?" he asks as he looks at me.

"No... I've never even...had sex before" I confess.

He pauses for a moment. "I won't do anything you don't want to do. But I really want to make you cum right now, is that okay?"

I let out a little squeak and nod before his lips are back on mine and I feel his middle finger push slowly against my tight little entrance. I let out a gasp as he slowly pushes in further, my pussy clenching around him like a vice.

"Oh, fuck Katy you feel amazing.... you're so fucking tight" he growls.

I keep moaning and panting as he gets a little faster, his rhythm picking up, and then he enters his index finger. My tight little pussy is squeezing them as I feel them curl up towards that little spongey spot, which he starts flicking gently repeatedly.

I'm a wriggling, panting, hot mess as I feel something building. I know what it is, I've done it to myself a lot over the years, so I know this feeling.

"I'm going to cum Pete... you're going to make me cum!!!" I scream as he starts fingering me faster, his thumb rubbing my little clit hard as he keeps his eyes on me the whole time as I suddenly feel myself tighten around him more, and feel the rush of myself spasming on him, my legs starting to shake, my toes curling as I grip his arm tightly. My eyes shut as the last of my cum releases around his fingers.

I hear Pete groaning "Ohhhhfuck......mmmmmmffffffmmmmm" he grunts "Shit" I look at him and he is panting as hard as I am. "Fuck...I'm so sorry Katy....this turned me on so much I just came in my pants.... fuck how embarrassing" he blushes as I see a large wet stain on his trousers.

I giggle, but endearingly and kiss him again "Thank you, that was.... amazing" I say smiling at him and I feel his fingers slowly release from my pussy covered in my cum.

Pete starts to lick his fingers and says, "Would be a waste otherwise" and chuckles. "Now let's get you home kiddo...I don't want your dad getting worried".

"As if...." I sigh but agree and Pete takes me home. We sit in his car outside the house for another 20 minutes just kissing and stuff and then he says he'll call me if I want him to and I nod and smile. I know already we'll be meeting a lot more.

To be continued...